Paris (Sawyer/Kate, PG-13)
For Lost Riffs Day 2 at lostsquee
Prompt: elevator, Paris, hungry
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 389
Spoilers: Through "I Do"
They haven’t eaten all day; they’ve just been running on adrenaline and fear. Not even one damn mango tree on this island that they can find. They’re huddled under a tree, a poor shelter from the rain, which hasn’t stopped since they fled the compound.
They’re cold and wet and starving but when Sawyer looks at her, he thinks Kate has never looked more beautiful, even with mud streaked on her face and her hair soaked and matted to her head. He brushes a bedraggled curl from her cheek.
“What?” she snaps at him when she catches him looking at her like that.
“Nothin.’” He just pulls her closer. She’s tense at first but then she relaxes into him. “You’re shiverin’,” he observes and she doesn’t deny it.
“We’ll get out of here,” he says. He keeps talking, rubbing her back hard with his hand, trying to warm her up. “We’re gonna get back to our island, muster the troops, rescue the Doc, put those fuckers in cages for a change.”
He knows she’s tired, and that she’s probably not even listening, because she just lets him talk, her head resting against his chest as he strokes her hair. Doesn’t really matter what he says, she just needs to hear that he isn’t giving up, like he almost did back there.
“Hell, we’re getting off both islands, Sunshine. Back to the real world.”
She stiffens. He knows what’s waiting for her if they ever go back, what’s likely waiting for him too. None of that matters right now.
“What do you say we head to Paris? You and me, the Eiffel Tower?”
She laughs at that. “Too many stairs.”
“We’ll take the elevator,” he says matter-of-factly. “Have us a fancy dinner right at the top of the Eiffel Tower. With wine and steak and a big fucking salad and chocolate cake...”
She leans up, brushing her lips over his. “Sounds nice. How do we get there?”
“Like this.” He takes her head in his hands, drawing her to him. Her eyes flutter shut as he kisses her, her whole body warming to his touch. When she opens her mouth to him, when she sighs and straddles him, her hands tangling in his hair, her breath coming faster, he can almost forget how hungry he is.
Prompt: elevator, Paris, hungry
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 389
Spoilers: Through "I Do"
They haven’t eaten all day; they’ve just been running on adrenaline and fear. Not even one damn mango tree on this island that they can find. They’re huddled under a tree, a poor shelter from the rain, which hasn’t stopped since they fled the compound.
They’re cold and wet and starving but when Sawyer looks at her, he thinks Kate has never looked more beautiful, even with mud streaked on her face and her hair soaked and matted to her head. He brushes a bedraggled curl from her cheek.
“What?” she snaps at him when she catches him looking at her like that.
“Nothin.’” He just pulls her closer. She’s tense at first but then she relaxes into him. “You’re shiverin’,” he observes and she doesn’t deny it.
“We’ll get out of here,” he says. He keeps talking, rubbing her back hard with his hand, trying to warm her up. “We’re gonna get back to our island, muster the troops, rescue the Doc, put those fuckers in cages for a change.”
He knows she’s tired, and that she’s probably not even listening, because she just lets him talk, her head resting against his chest as he strokes her hair. Doesn’t really matter what he says, she just needs to hear that he isn’t giving up, like he almost did back there.
“Hell, we’re getting off both islands, Sunshine. Back to the real world.”
She stiffens. He knows what’s waiting for her if they ever go back, what’s likely waiting for him too. None of that matters right now.
“What do you say we head to Paris? You and me, the Eiffel Tower?”
She laughs at that. “Too many stairs.”
“We’ll take the elevator,” he says matter-of-factly. “Have us a fancy dinner right at the top of the Eiffel Tower. With wine and steak and a big fucking salad and chocolate cake...”
She leans up, brushing her lips over his. “Sounds nice. How do we get there?”
“Like this.” He takes her head in his hands, drawing her to him. Her eyes flutter shut as he kisses her, her whole body warming to his touch. When she opens her mouth to him, when she sighs and straddles him, her hands tangling in his hair, her breath coming faster, he can almost forget how hungry he is.